Stalin's piece of evidence was put to great use, and Yang Mingzhi really used a sudden conspiracy.
He believed that his security team had reason to tip off Beria, and the only one who could make Beria feel in awe was Stalin.
Yang Mingzhi muttered in his heart: "I am the talent Stalin needs, and I will have to work with senior officers in the future. Beria, you have seen Stalin's promise, you should understand that treating me with selective blindness is the right thing to do."
It’s in your favor.”
"I saw some tents outdoors. Are those your residences?" Yang Mingzhi asked.
"Yes, Comrade General." the second lieutenant replied calmly.
"Oh, living in a tent is very pitiful. I think this building is very big, you can live in the house."
"No, we can't."
"Why? What if I said, this is an order?"
"This..." the second lieutenant hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said: "We don't have this power! Besides, the other person who can live indoors is the maid you just met. As for us, our superiors ordered us to guard the house like hounds.
or your residence. We will also take turns standing guard to ensure the absolute safety of you and your wife."
Listening to his words, Yang Mingzhi was really moved. Whether they absolutely obeyed the orders or decided to express themselves in front of the general, they really stood guard at night and defended around the clock. They really deserved the name of loyal dogs.
Since it is a loyal dog, its owner will naturally give it some rewards.
Yang Mingzhi felt that they needed moral encouragement and some monetary rewards. He opened his pocket, took a hundred rubles, and handed it to the second lieutenant.
"I don't know the average price situation in Moscow. This money is considered as an allowance from me to buy you some high-quality and cheap things to satisfy yourself. Comrade Grishenko, each of you will get ten rubles."
Yang Mingzhi knew that these people were not short of money, and their monthly income was relatively high within the Ministry of Internal Affairs system.
At this moment, money also serves as a token. Youdao means taking advantage of someone's weakness. They absolutely don't know whether the general will further strengthen the "special allowance" if they work hard and try their best.
Using money to stabilize their responsibilities is a temporary move. When I develop further in the future, my personal charm may conquer you.
All these guards went out, eight of them returned to the tent, and two of them stood at the door, standing straight.
In the vast Moscow, curfews are imposed in many areas of the city at night, and soldiers patrol at night one after another. If German spies want to carry out sabotage, night is undoubtedly the best time. For the same reason, Soviet patrols work harder.
"If the Germans want to attack me, will ten of them and Tokarev pistols be enough? It would be best if there was a heavy machine gun on the balcony of the house."
Giving up his unrealistic fantasies, Yang Mingzhi yawned deeply.
He went upstairs, regardless of whether the maid Anne introduced him or not, he just checked the layout on the second floor with his eyes.
"Haha, I also have my own villa. If the people in such a big house are not prosperous, wouldn't it be a waste of space?"
Yang Mingzhi walked into the largest bedroom with his hands behind his back. His wife was already sitting cross-legged on the big bed, chatting and laughing with the maid Anne who was sitting quietly on the leather chair.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the conversation." He said softly before interrupting the conversation between the two women.
"Oh, Comrade General." Anne stood up immediately.
"You don't have to be formal. It's already dark, I think you can go and have a rest."
"I will. Comrade General, have the soldiers' work been completed? Have all the luggage been placed?"
"certainly."
The maid bowed to Yang Mingzhi: "I'm going to see if there is anything else to clean. General and Madam, I will make breakfast early tomorrow morning. Please rest peacefully."
Finally, when no one disturbed Yang Mingzhi and his beloved wife, they were in the same room together. After a brief wash, he returned to his own big bed.
"Haha, the phone and the clock are really useful."
Yang Mingzhi yawned and was extremely tired, lying directly on the wool blanket like a puddle of mud. He ignored his wife's teasing and just wanted to be comfortable and peaceful.
"Hey, don't you want to talk to me?"
"Ah... go to sleep and tell me tomorrow if you have anything to say."
"You..." Yang Tao was a little unhappy. She really longed to share her joy with the people closest to her. She never thought that her husband just wanted to rest. "You don't feel happy. Our dream has finally succeeded."
"Yes, I'm very happy..."
"You are perfunctory with me. Look, this is our big house. Just a few days ago we lived in a simple wooden house, and we had to pay attention to mosquitoes and fleas. Look, this place is really neat."
"This is normal, my dear, I have really suffered you in the past. I advise you not to be excited. Everything is just the beginning. Don't be too strange. Take the time to adapt to your new life. There will be good days waiting for you in the future."
Star fruit calls it rich, Yang Mingzhi calls it simple.
In the 1st century, consumerist hedonism eroded the entire world. Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. What is happiness? Most people think that happiness is nothing more than living comfortably. Humanity has ushered in a new era, and all human beings are paying more and more attention to the quality of life and
spiritual needs.
Today, especially in China where war is still raging in this time and space, the majority of the people are still working hard to fill their bellies. The same goes for the people of the Soviet Union. Thanks to the strict wartime distribution strategy, famine did not occur, but most people only
Able to have enough food and clothing.
So Yang Mingzhi really couldn't understand his wife's excitement. He really just wanted to give his tired body and long-term overloaded brain a good respite.
However, his wife kept tugging on his arm, pressing her cheek to her ear, and kept talking with her little mouth.
Of course, when Yang Tao said he was tired, he realized that his husband had fallen asleep...
Moscow in the early morning was as usual.
Soldiers from the morning shift replaced their comrades from the night shift and garrisoned their respective anti-aircraft defense positions.
On the street, workers from the morning shift moved on foot to replace those from the night shift. There were even people riding bicycles, and the trams were also crowded with people.
There are also some women wearing headscarves who leave their homes at dawn just to go to various state-owned stores, hoping that they can buy something useful, even embroidery needles.
The basic life of urban residents has long been restored, but no one is sure that the German army will not launch another air raid.
If the enemy's air raid force cannot be secured, it will advance towards the rising sun. Perhaps the country's air force can intercept it. Once a fish slips through the trap and enters the sky above the city, non-combatants can only hide in order to avoid losing their lives.
No one looked relaxed, and only a few people could force themselves to be optimistic. Everyone was under great psychological pressure, but they did not want to leave the "eternal capital."
Because Stalin was still in the city, every morning the leader would leave his official residence in the suburbs by car and arrive at the Kremlin.
Every day, there are some black cars running on the broad streets. Every citizen knows that those who can own such cars are either high-ranking military officers or high-ranking officials.
After all, Moscow is the capital of the entire alliance. Due to the war, a large number of people moved to Kuibyshev or further east. It was impossible for them to take everything away, so during the evacuation period, some less important things were thrown away
In Moscow.
In the past, there were more than 300 government buses (mostly cars) operating in Moscow, but now there are nearly 200 that can drive stably.
Equipped with a special car, this is a privilege only senior personnel can enjoy, and only these people can own a "private car" in the actual sense.
Early in the morning, some of the air-proof balloons that had been put away during the night were put back into the sky after a night of maintenance. The golden light of the rising sun shone on the clouds high in the sky, making thousands of large hydrogen balloons shimmer and shine.
The melodious military bugle was heard in the city, and the soldiers quickly got up in a hurry, and the majority of left-behind citizens also used this as an alarm clock.
The sound of trumpets could not break Yang Mingzhi's sweet dream. Everything was so beautiful and comfortable. He was with his wife, sleeping on the big bed in his own home, as if war was a thing of the last century.
The maid Anne got up early. She was responsible for the food for the guard class and also had to prepare a small meal for the general and his wife.
The treatment received by soldiers and generals is different. The former just make do with slices of previously baked big ribs and canned food provided by the army. The general's living treatment must meet this standard, at least fried eggs and milk are a must. Even some
I want some red wine.
Yang Mingzhi seemed to have lost his sense of smell. The tempting aroma of food filled the entire second floor, but it didn't catch his greedy mind.
Starfruit slept as soundly as she did, perhaps just because she fell into incomparable comfort. She just held her husband's arm, leaned sideways, and put one leg on her husband's belly habitually.
She doesn't look like this man's wife at all, she is clearly like a naughty daughter who acts coquettishly even when she is sleeping.
They didn't come to dinner, so what could Anne do?
She was cleaning the courtyard alone with a broom. After a while, Lieutenant Grishenko, carrying half a piece of bread, came over and asked an embarrassing question: "The general hasn't gotten up yet? It's really bad. His car will be there soon."
arrive."
"Car?! Damn it." Anne learned that the Ministry of Internal Affairs owed the general a car.
"The general should get up early. The car will drive into the courtyard soon. He'd better check out his new mount after dinner."
Anne basically understood what the second lieutenant meant: "But the general and his wife are sleeping soundly. You are his bodyguard, so please..."
"No, I don't dare." The young second lieutenant suddenly lost his timidity, "Dear Sister Anne, I beg you. Can you go and wake up the general?"
"You... let me do the work of letting people have a clear dream?!"
In the entire Soviet army, there really was no soldier who could face the general who commanded him calmly. That was an instinctive fear of authority and a reverence for authority.
"You are just a bunch of new recruits." Anne grinned and shook her head disdainfully. She thought of her husband who died in the battle, and couldn't help but sigh. The real warriors went to the front line to fight the enemy desperately, while the only ones left behind were a group of cowering people.
?
She put the broom aside and hurried upstairs.
Having said that, Anne was still worried. If she woke up the general rashly, would that kind man suddenly vent his anger on her? Yes, this general has a shocking record, which proves that,
As long as a low-level soldier has military exploits, he can become a general in just one year.
It can be said that the more you think about it, the more trouble will come to your door.
She had just gone up to the second floor and almost bumped into Yang Mingzhi who was getting up.
Anyway, this Annie will only turn thirty next year. Russian women generally grow quite tall. She is over 1.7 meters tall and has a really good figure. In Yang Mingzhi's impression, the shelf life of Russian women is very short.
After giving birth, she soon became a strong Russian aunt.
This woman is not like that. The reason why she is not an aunt is probably because today’s Soviet Union can only meet the people’s food and clothing. How can the food have oil and water? During the war, the people were happy as long as they did not starve to death.
She was wearing a white apron, with long brown braids tied behind her head, a headscarf on her head, and a pair of sleeves on her forearms. She looked like a cleaning lady. What was she doing here in such a hurry?
"What's going on? You're in a hurry."
"No...I...I didn't."
"That's good." Yang Mingzhi pointed to a room and said, "Thank you very much. You have prepared breakfast."
"Ah, maybe you... can get up a little earlier. There are obviously some important matters today."
"I'm sorry, I really like this house. I was anxious and went out to use the toilet. As for my wife, please come with me and have a look. I'm afraid she'll eat all the omelettes you made.
"
Milk, bread and fried eggs, it seems that Westerners can't do without these three items for breakfast.
Yang Mingzhi is not picky about food, not to mention that after a year in the swamp, he will eat everything. As a man, it is okay to ask for less when it comes to eating, but his pregnant wife must not neglect it.
Nowadays, eggs are considered an expensive nutritional product. The price of each egg supplied by the state-run chicken farm has reached as high as five rubles. In state-owned stores, the price continues to rise to twenty rubles, provided that it can still be purchased.
Seeing his wife finish all four fried eggs, Yang Mingzhi looked happy. As for himself, he just ate some bread and canned sauerkraut. Milk, eggs, or other highly nutritious things.
, it’s best to put them all into your wife’s belly.
"What should I do? My little greedy cat? There are four eggs. Are they delicious?"
"It's delicious!" Star Fruit casually wiped the oil stains from his mouth, "It's so good. Can I finally eat eggs? I never found that eggs can be done this way. I always feel that they still have a special rich flavor.
"
"Really? Comrade Anne, did you add any ingredients when cooking?"
Yang Mingzhi asked casually but saw a hint of embarrassment in the woman's expression, so he continued to ask: "Is there anything hidden?"
"No...it's nothing. I just put a little cheese in when I fried the eggs."
"It's not bad, it's delicious. Since my wife wants to eat it, how about finally making some fried eggs?"
"This...please take a step to speak."
Yang Mingzhi was a little confused. He followed Annie to the corridor and immediately understood the woman's concerns, and his whole body suddenly felt bad.
"I'm sorry, Comrade General, your meals are actually provided by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. In fact, the Ministry of Internal Affairs does not have sufficient supplies, such as eggs. Their supply standard is two per person per day."
"Haha? So it's exactly four?"
"Yes! If you really need it, I will go to the market to take a look later, but you must provide me with the money to purchase supplies."
"Of course, I'll give you whatever you want."
"This...an egg may cost twenty rubles, or more. As for whether I can buy it, I have no idea."
"What? This is too expensive. Did the person in charge of the state-owned store suddenly become a black-hearted capitalist?"
"But the reality is like this! There are no capitalists, and prices are all set uniformly. Almost... prices change almost every two or three days."
Anne's helplessness was written on her face.
A feeling of guilt called "prodigal son" came to mind, and Yang Mingzhi had to pay special attention to it. Just the cost of eating could actually cause him to bleed heavily. Although he was sitting on one million rubles, there was no upper limit on how to withdraw it every week.
.If a small egg costs twenty rubles, who knows what other good things are in short supply, and the advantages are astronomical.
"They! They have no intention of making it affordable for ordinary people like us!"
"General, you are not an ordinary person. You have the right to enjoy special care!" Anne corrected.
"Okay, I'm a general. My wife is pregnant, and now is a critical period. She needs a lot of nutrients. Hopefully, four eggs a day will be enough for her. Now tell me, what can we eat for lunch?"
"Well...it's fresh steak."
"What? There are steaks?! Are you kidding me!" Yang Mingzhi was simply confused, "Are there a lot of cows? Since there are a lot of them, make them into jerky and send them to the front line!"
"Because you are a general! Your meals include steak, and your daily quota is..."
"how many?"
"Five hundred grams of fresh beef."
"Oh! It's really a masterpiece." Yang Mingzhi slapped his old face hard... (To be continued)